A/N: First of all, thank you to anyone who commented, followed, or favourited my story, it means a lot! And second, I probably won't be updating every day like this later on, but right now I'm just really excited for my story! Anyways, thanks again, and hop you like this one!

Chapter 2

Katniss POV:

I'm not sure how long I stay at Peeta's, but doesn't feel like long enough. When I'm with him, it feels like everything else in the world is put on hold, or disappears altogether. But after what feels like minutes, but must be hours, I realize that my family is probably waiting for me.

"I have to go, Peeta," I reluctantly tell him.

He nod and gives me another kiss before I leave. "Bye."

When I walk into my house, I see my mother waiting at the table for me. "Hello, Katniss."

"Hey mom, sorry I was gone so long, Peeta and I needed to… discus… some things," I tell her.

"It's fine," she responds.

I suddenly think of something. "Mom, at the train station after the Games, you said that I was too young to date. Why did you say that?" I ask her.

She thinks for a bit, trying to put her thoughts into words. "I thought you might want some time to sort out your feelings. Yes, I do think 16 is too young to start to date, but I know that you have seen things that people twice your age would not be able to handle. I trust you to make the right decision."

That was not what I was expecting. Unable to do anything else, I walk over to her, hug her, and whisper a muted thank you.

XxX

The next day, I walk over to Peeta's with some game. I decide that if he can bring over bread, then I should bring some game. And I might also want an excuse to see him.

I knock on the door. Peeta quickly lets me in.

"Katniss?" he asks, hesitant.

"Yes?"

"You said that you wanted us to be real, right?" he questions.

I smile and whisper softly, "Yes."

He nods, and a smile that could only be described as loving crosses his face before the thoughtful look returns.

"What if it could be?" he says, his voice excited.

"What do you mean?" I ask, slowly.

"I mean, what if we got married for real? We could go to the Justice building, sign something, then have the toasting. We'd only invite close family and friends. No one would have to know. I could be real, for us and not the Capitol. Our own little rebellion."

He paint such an amazing picture with those words, that without fulling thinking about it, I say, "Ok."

I'm not sure who makes the first move, but the next thing I know we are holding one another, lips locked. In this embrace, all uncertainty is chased away, leaving behind a glowing happiness that only Peeta can give me.

XxX

As soon as I leave Peeta's house, I tell my mother and Prim. Prim, of course is ecstatic. My mother is happy for me, in her own quiet way. I'm just happy that she is supportive.

Soon after it sinks in, I start to question my decision. In my bed, I'm becoming frantic. Tons of what ifs are swarming around in my head. I calmly tell myself that we'll be getting married anyways, isn't it better that we can do it for us and not the Capitol?

I fall asleep with that thought in my mind.

XxX

3 days later, Peeta and I are officially married. We walk down the steps of the Justice Building, me holding his hand, knowing that he is mine. I like that thought more than I should.

It's still hard for me to process the fact that he is now, legally my husband. Husband. Wife. Those words will take some getting used to. I like the way they sound, though. Katniss Mellark. That sounds nice, too.

Me and Peeta walk up the steps to his – our, I correct mentally- house. My mother, surprisingly, was the one to suggest me and Peeta moving in together. I need to thank her, she is being very thoughtful. Maybe I've been too harsh on her.

It is very late, almost midnight. We went when we were sure that no one would see us.

We step into the house and go upstairs to get ready for bed, my stuff already there, in our room. Our room. That, like so many other things, sounds different. We shared a bed on the Victory Tour, but this feels different, more intimate. And besides, nothing happened on the Victory Tour. I wonder if something will happen tonight. Is he expecting that? Am I expecting that? We never discussed this. Before I go into full blown panic mode, right there in the bathroom, I remind myself that I don't need to be worried, it's just Peeta.

As I step out of the bathroom, wearing an old T-shirt and shorts, I see that Peeta is only wearing sweats. No shirt. I can see his defined muscles. I realize that I've been staring for too long to be considered socially acceptable. I look away, my eyes moving to his face. He thankfully doesn't comment on it.

I lie down on the bed, and he wraps his arms around me, just like we did on the Victory Tour. I realize that I don't need to be worried, Peeta wouldn't take advantage of me, even if we are married. Disappointment courses through me, surprisingly. Did I want to?

Impulsively, I turn around and kiss him. This is one of the most passionate kisses that we have shared. He kisses me back, willing, but confused.

After a couple minutes of this, he realizes that I don't want to stop. He breaks away, breathing hard.

"Katniss? Are you sure?"

I nod swallowing my fear.

I pull him back to me, holding tight, and I glue his lips to mine. I don't ever want to let go.

A/N: So I think you know what happens next… I tried to make it as in character as I could. The wedding probably seemed rushed, but they were eloping, in a sense, so I think it works. I really hope that you liked it!

~Maddy